pumpkin patch

On Saturday the 16th, I convinced the hubs to trek out to a pumpkin patch a few hours outside of town.

Of course I left the whole "a few hours out of town" part out when I asked if we could go.

I do know my audience. ;)

I timed the trip perfectly. I knew it was going to take about an hour and half to two hours to get there, so I planned to leave at the beginning of BG's nap time.

Looked good on paper, but she had other plans.

After two hours of driving, in which BG cried and fought sleep and Mr. Perfect played the "are we there yet?" game, I was seriously regretting my decision to head out to Jesup.

Fortunately, the trip turned out to be worth it.

There was a petting zoo, rides, a hay ride, and pumpkin patch for us to see. BG took all the sights in and didn't cry once, even though she was beyond tired.

She loved the petting zoo. It took her a minute to warm up to them, but then she was all over it. No fear.

She was squealing at the little horse. I think she liked the fact that he was her size. :)

BG and I thought it would be a blast to get on the "cow train". It was totally fun. 'Til I almost killed myself trying to get out.

..must start diet..


We ran into a friend of mine from high school and her little girl out there. The girls weren't all that interested in each other. Way more important things to check out.
We climbed on to a wagon for a hay ride out to the pumpkin patch. Once again, I'm not sure BG even noticed we were moving, but she was loving entertaining the rest of the people with us. I love my child. She is such a ham.

We put the munchkin down for pictures in the pumpkin patch and she was not having it. Apparently rolling around in the hay is not my little diva's cup of tea.

We let her pick out her own pumpkin. :)

Finally it was time to leave the 300 degree pumpkin patch. How is it this daggum hot in October??

She was not feeling taking pictures with her Mom anymore.

After a quick bite to eat, I took my chance on getting some pictures of my very tired child.


After that, it was time to head home.

He thinks this is hilarious. I think it's funny that she spits in his drink.



This next picture makes me have hope she might get one thing from me; I am convinced we have the same mouth. Look. It's there.

We had such a good time. It was ridiculous hot, but BG had a blast.

And in less than two seconds...

Success.

happy halloween.

Happy Halloween!!
Love, Baby Girl

home.

Home again, home again jiggety jig.

Or something like that.

We're home.

I'm tired.

BG managed to somehow pick up a cold. Somewhere between Walterboro and here. Fantastic.

I've filled the gas tank in the truck 9 times in 5 days.

We've been to Annapolis, Virginia, Greenville, Walterboro, and so many stops on the way in 5 days.

I've peed holding a 20 pound baby too many times to count.

TMI?

Don't care.

I am exhausted.

I just opened my Reader and almost cried. I will catch up.

I already miss my hubs.

But...

I think we found a house in SC. And I saw an incredible rainbow on the way home. And my child seems to know she is home and went straight to bed with no fighting.

My good sleeper may have returned!

All is well...

m.i.a.

Holy blog silence Batman.

BG and I are currently hanging out at my parents in Maryland. Mr. P is in South Carolina. Le dogs are at the kennel.

BG has been such a doll up here. Even yesterday when she missed a feeding because Mom was doing some hardcore shopping.

Oops.

But in my defense, she never even acted hungry!

Then she threw up in Nordstrom.

Again, oops.

We drove over the Bay Bridge. BG slept through that terrifying experience. I kept breathing. But barely.

So we're still around. We're headed home tomorrow after a quick little stop to meet up with some blog friends. :)

I'm not looking forward to that drive again. Ten hour drives just me and the babe are not easy.

I'm rambling.

Just wanted to check in. I'm fixing to take BG out to see the Chesapeake.

We wish Daddy was here...

(almost) wordless wednesday

I mentioned the other day how BG is loving her some solid foods.

Most of the time.

For some reason, the other day, she was not having her green beans. I don't know if it's because they were cold coming out of the fridge or what, but she did not like them.

At all.

Of course we as parents of the year, had to video tape the poor kids aversion to the beans.



In her defense, I freaking HATE green beans too. But in my defense, I haven't told her that!

a second generation foodie.

I don't know if it's fair to call BG a second generation foodie.

Okay, we can based on her Dad. I, however, am the pickiest eater ever.

I read somewhere that you couldn't make faces or say things like "Yuck!" when trying to feed a baby new foods. Apparently that can stick with them and make them not want to try new foods.

Or maybe that's just something they write to scare new parents. Whatever it is, I'm trying to be positive.

We tried sweet potatoes for the first time on October the 4th. We're easing in to this eating solids thing and it's working perfectly for us. So for lunch time now, BG gets a yellow vegetable.

Getting ready for sweet potatoes..

First bite.



Don't let the face fool you. She loved it!





After about a week or so of yellow veggies for lunch, sweet potatoes and squash, we added in green beans for dinner.

I hate green beans. That might have worn off on my kid...

But you'll have to see that video later.

Why is she growing up so fast?!?!

And why is baby food so disgusting?

October 15th.

I had a fun post for today, but then I remembered what today was.

It's National Pregnancy/Infant Loss Remembrance Day.

I took my very first pregnancy test in my apartment in Savannah. I paced back and forth wringing my hands as I waited the longest three minutes of my life. At the end of the elapsed time, I went in to the bathroom and saw the sign that forever changed my life.

Seven weeks later, I had my first miscarriage.

Whether you deliver the baby or not, the minute you conceive, you carry a life within you. And if that life ends, it will be devastating. It will be a ridiculously hard thing to go through. It will probably break your heart.

I have to be brutally honest. As much happiness as Baby Girl brings me (and it is A LOT), she will never, ever replace the four babies that we lost. She does make it easier to deal with, but she's not them. I don't know if it's ever something you get over.

It's so isolating. Honestly, it's something Mr. Perfect and I don't even talk about. I don't know a father's take on this, because honestly? We don't talk about it. It's hard y'all. I know it all broke his heart too. It's kind of something we back burner. Does that make sense?

Today I remember the four I lost.

I also pray and remember those families that lost their babies here on Earth. I am in awe of their strength. I honestly do not think I could handle saying good-bye to a baby on this Earth. My heart breaks for families that have had to.

So hug your babies a little tighter today. Say an extra prayer of thanks.

And then remember those who can't. Pray for my dear friend Megan and her husband, Brent, who lost their precious baby Cohen this year. Then pray for the other families that have lost their precious babies. And I know there are so many more..

It's good to take one day and know that our babies will never be forgotten. Whether they ever breathed air on this Earth or not, they were, and will always be loved.

Here's the website if you want to know more: http://www.iamtheface.org/

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